the cheerful exercises which gladden the spirits, quicken the pulse, and send the tide of life in healthful currents through the veins. Her rest is broken, the sweet refreshment of sleep is poisoned by melancholy dreams, " dry sorrow drinks her blood," until her enfeebled frame sinks under the slightest external injury. Look for her, after a little while, and you will find friendship weeping over her untimely grave, and wondering that one, who but lately glowed with all the radiance of health and beauty, should so speedily be brought down to "darkness and the worm." You will be told of some casual indisposition that laid her low; but no one knows the mental malady that sapped her strength and made her so easy a prey to the spoiler.

Washington Irving.

One only care your gentle breast should move—–
Th' important business of your life is love.

Lyttelton.

All Absorbed by Love.

These are great maxims, sir, it is confess'd;
Too stately for a woman's narrow breast.
Poor love is lost in men's capacious minds;

In ours, it fills up

all the room it finds.

Crowne.

The more Known the more Loved.

Woman, the more she's known the more she pleases.
The blushing rose and purple flower,

Let grow too long, are soonest blasted;

Dainty fruits, though sweet, will sour
And rot in ripeness, left untasted.

Yet here is one more sweet than these:
The more you taste the more she'll please.

Massinger.

Much Learning Hazardous to.

A passive understanding, to conceive,
And judgment to discern, I wish to find;
Beyond that all is hazardous; I leave
Learning and pregnant wit in womankind :
What it finds malleable it makes frail,

And does not add more ballast, but more sail.

Sir T. Overbury.

The Love of Ornaments Natural to.

'Tis well, so great a beauty

Must have her ornaments. Nature adorns
The peacock's tail with stars; 'tis she arrays
The bird of paradise in all her plumes;
She decks the fields with various flowers; 'tis she
Spangled the heavens with all their glorious lights;
She spotted th' ermine's skin, and arm'd the fish
In silver mail.
.You are the image

Of a bright goddess; therefore wear the jewels
Of all the East. Let the Red Sea be ransack'd
To make you glitter.

Randolph.

True Love for Grounded on Esteem.

She that would raise a noble love must find
Ways to beget a passion for her mind ;

She must be that which she to be would seem;
For all true love is grounded on esteem.
Plainness and truth gain more a generous heart
Than all the crooked subtleties of art.

Duke of Buckingham.

Love for Founded on Esteem.

He that loves a rosy cheek

Or a coral lip admires,

Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires :

As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
But a smooth and steadfast mind,
Gentle thoughts and calm desires,
Hearts with equal love combined,
Kindle never-dying fires :
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
For if your beauties once decay,
You never know a second May.

Carew.

Love, advised to be Cautious in.

A woman may easily prevent the first impressions of love, and every motive of prudence and delicacy should make her

guard her heart against them, till such time as she has received the most convincing proofs of the attachment of a man of such merit as will justify a reciprocal regard. Miserable will be your fate if you allow an attachment to steal on you before you are sure of a return, or, what is infinitely worse, where there are wanting those qualities which alone can insure happiness in a married state.

Her Love for her Child.

Gregory.

There was a little woman on board with a little baby; and both little woman and little child were cheerful, good-looking, bright-eyed, and fair to see. The little woman had been passing a long time with her sick mother in New York, and had left her home in St. Louis in that condition in which ladies who truly love their lords desire to be. The baby was born in her mother's house, and she had not seen her husband (to whom she was now returning) for twelve months, having left him a month or two after their marriage. Well, to be sure, there never was a little woman so full of hope, and tenderness, and love, and anxiety, as this little woman was; and all day long she wondered whether "he would be at the wharf; and whether "he" had got her letter; and whether, if she sent the baby ashore by somebody else, "he" would know it meeting it in the street; which, seeing that he had never set eyes upon it in his life, was not very likely in the abstract, but was probable enough to the young mother. She was such an artless little creature, and was in such a sunny, beaming, hopeful state, and let out all this matter clinging close about her heart so freely,

that all the other lady-passengers entered into the spirit of it as much as she; and the captain (who heard all about it from his wife) was wondrous sly, I promise you, inquiring every time we met at table, as in forgetfulness, whether she expected anybody to meet her at St. Louis, and whether she would want to go ashore the night we reached it (but he supposed she wouldn't), and cutting many other dry jokes of that nature. There was one little weazen-dried, apple-faced old woman, who took occasion to doubt the constancy of husbands in such circumstances of bereavement; and there was another lady (with a lapdog), old enough to moralize on the lightness of human affections, and yet not so old that she could help nursing the baby now and then, or laughing with the rest when the little woman called it by its father's name, and asked it all manner of fantastic questions concerning him in the joy of her heart. It was something of a blow to the little woman, that when we were within twenty miles of our destination, it became clearly necessary to put this baby to bed. But she got over it with the same good-humour, tied a handkerchief round her head, and came out into the little gallery with the rest. Then, such an oracle as she became in reference to the localities! and such facetiousness as was displayed by the married ladies, and such sympathy as was shown by the single ones, and such peals of laughter as the little woman herself (who would just as soon have cried) greeted every jest with! At last there were the lights of St. Louis, and here was the wharf, and those were the steps; and the little woman, covering her face with her hands, and laughing (or seeming to laugh) more than ever, ran into her own cabin and shut herself up. I have no doubt that in the charming inconsistency of such